Reading Invitation to a Beheading:
In the evenings he would feast on ancient books in the lazy enchanting lap of wavelets in the Floating Library, in memoriam of Dr. Sineokov, who had drowned in just that spot on the city river (27).
Motivation, of course, something to do with atent shame, as usually I’m the one recommending books. M. read it two summers ago and I’ve been dilatory; still haven’t read Underworld, either…